(Sounds good
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Michael had been punished when it had been nearly three days since the last of Cira's visions, he had been named to be her overseer, of sorts. He was thousands of years old and had been around long enough to know countless Oracles, though he had never been the one to be named an overseer partly because he had never shown any interest in such a thing and partly because an oracle needed to trust their overseer at least partly. The last few had been unsuccessful in their attempt to brainwash and when it had been known that a new Oracle would be born, Michael had decided to step up when Lucifer had spoken to him.
The girl had proven to be particularly difficult because while he had managed to pluck her from her family's home one night, she was still so
hopeful that it almost made Michael sick when he thought about it. How could a girl be so full of hope and peace even after being confined to the realm known as Hell for so long? He couldn't ever understand it but then he supposed that was the stupidity of an angel.
It had been the first time in so long that an Oracle was brought down to Hell that when Michael had arrived with the little girl in his arms, Lucifer himself had been surprised by how easy it had been for the demon to do so.
Sighing as he made his way down to where Cira was held, Michael raised his eyes to the ceiling for a moment. He said a silent prayer - ha! - before knocking on the door to announce his arrival. Though he didn't wait for an answer in the slightest, Michael opened the door and headed a few steps inside.
"Have you seen anything new as of late?" Michael asked, his eyes roaming over every inch of the room, always suspicious of an attempt for her to try to escape. That and she was alluring - something he was unsure of whether he could ever admit or not. His eyes finally found the girl and raised an eyebrow, awaiting an answer.